Socks Make the Mare
Vinyl sighed wistfully as she eyed the window display. Just beyond her grasp were socks. So many different varieties, so many different color. Ones of both smooth silk and soft cotton. Over there, the kind that would run all the way up to a mare's thigh, made to show off the loveliest of curves. Then there were the shorter ones, ones decorated with many a pattern, sewn on with the finest of embroidery. Seeing them on all the different ponniquins she could not help but imagining Octavia wearing a pair.
Ivory white hooves fidgeted against the cold pavement of the Canterlot sidewalk as Vinyl’s imagination took flight a little too well. Her eyes rested on a particularly seductive pair of knee high socks. They would look perfect on her marefriend, she just knew it. Made from fine silk, they clung to the curves of the hoof somehow making the legs seem even more graceful than possible. They were a simple pair besides that, colored with a hue of dark charcoal grey that could easily be the same color as Octavia’s flowing mane…
A hoarse cough jolted Vinyl free from her fantasy and tore her eyes away from those magical socks.
“Young lady, you are blocking the whole sidewalk, and quite rudely I might add.”
The haughty Canterlot accent turned Vinyl’s face red with heat, a blush from both anger and from realizing how close she came to imagining some rather…indecent… things about Octavia. Or more specifically Octavia’s spectacular hooves. Vinyl’s eyes began to develop a glazed over look as once more she was sucked into the realm of fantasy.
“Humph, mares these days. No sense of decency the lot of them!” The elitist Canterlot native stuck her nose even higher into the air, “It’s not like somepony like you could even afford a pair of socks from here."
Vinyl’s sense of anger flared again but it died down to a slow simmer as she realized how right this mare’s words were, despite the nature they were said in. This store was one of the high end stores that not only has costs that could give a lesser pony a heart attack but was also selective about the clientele it even let through the door. There was no hope of Vinyl ever being able to get Octavia those socks no matter how much she fantasied about it.
~
The trudging walk home for Vinyl seemed to take longer than usual after the disheartening event in front of the store. And Vinyl know when she got home there wasn’t going to be anything there to look forward to either. Octavia had left a note that morning about having to take some big gig for Hearth’s Warming and would not be coming home tonight…Vinyl was left all alone for the holiday it would seem.
The silvery keys to their shared home hovered in the cerulean grasp of the DJ’s magic as she prepared to unlock the door. She sighed, she hadn’t even gotten a chance to wish her love a happy holiday this morning. The key slipped into the lock and twisted to the sound of a metallic clink. The sound echoed through the recesses of Vinyl's mind she cracked open the door to the darkened hallway. She stumbled entering over the thresh hold, not expecting the complete and utter darkness.
"Octavia...?"
The question was asked out of hopefulness and despair, knowing the only answer would be silence. Having received her expected answer Vinyl once more let out a defeated sigh as a small flame of hope was snuffed out.
"Well...Merry Hearth's Warming Eve to you too Octy...I love you so much..." Vinyl's soft spoken words trailed off as she lit up her horn.
Preoccupied in thoughts of her own the white unicorn did not even notice the finely wrapped gift box that sat in the center of the hallway floor. That is of course until her hooves kicked at it absentmindedly. With a twitch of annoyance and confusion Vinyl stopped in her tracks and looked down. It was a white package, not overly large and the lid was securely fastened in place with an electric blue bow. Vinyl felt her hoof unconsciously travel up to her own mane, of which the blue was reminiscent. Large, scrawling letters ordained the side, declaring who the lucky recipient of the package was as if she couldn't have already guessed.
Vinyl Scratch.
The squee that left the DJ's mouth at that moment could have been easily mistakable with that of any filly's or colt's in the same situation. The hooves that grasped the bow and tore apart the wrapping paper could be described as no less eager and in mere seconds the box stood bare. Now was the moment that Vinyl calmed herself as she carefully lifted the top off.
Inside was a single slip of paper.
If those red eyes could have gotten any wider with excitement they would have as they read over the few words.
Never before had Vinyl Scratch's hooves moved as fast as they did at that moment in the rush to get the bedroom. Panting just outside the white washed door she paused to catch her breath, noticing the flickering shadows of candlelight spilling out from the bottom part of the door. The grin on her face could not be wider as her hoof braced itself on the door knob.
Unable to hold herself back Vinyl flung the door open with as much tact as she normally presents, pupils dilating at what she saw laying before her. Or more accurately who.
Laying across the bed was Octavia, bow hanging haphazardly around her throat and tousled sheets half on and half across her body. The way her eyes stared at Vinyl beneath half closed lids spoke of only one thing.
Come here.
The clamber of hooves could not have been matched, even by a foal on Hearth’s Warming Day, in their excitement. The peace of the moment was broken, the sexuality changed, but not lost.
“I thought…I thought you weren’t going to be home this evening.” A white muzzle connected with grey.
“Simply a small lie on my part. I wished to surprise you,” Grey nuzzled back, “Surprise.”
"Octy...have I mentioned how much I love you?"
"Once or twice," A quick peck on the lips, "Do you want your present, my special, little DJ?"
Those wide eyes, glowing with excitement, slowly trailed over the form of her marefriend, tracing the gentle curves and creases in the satin blankets. Subtle dips in the smooth fabric hinted at the treasured gift. A hoof slowly reached out, a slight tremble the only sign of joyous thrill contained in its owner, and pushed aside that which blocked her from her gift.
A sliver of pink ran across Vinyl's lips as she took in the sight of Octavia's own pink slit. Despite having seen it before, despite just how familiar she was with its folds, there was something special about it tonight. Maybe it was the flickering lights of the candle or maybe the merriment of the holiday season. But maybe it was something else.
"Octavia...?"
A small upturn of those grey lips graced Octavia's face.
"Do you like it?"
The charcoal grey fabric, just subtlety darker than Octavia's own fur, clung like water to her legs, telling of not so secret curves and exemplifying their appeal. Once more Vinyl moistened her lips as her eyes trailed back up to the marehood of her very own marefriend. So soft... so pink... against that grey backdrop it stood out, a delicious morsel just for her.
"No, Octavia," Vinyl dragged her eyes back up to view Octavia eye to eye, "I love it. How did you know though? Those socks...I've been looking at them for weeks. I wanted to get them for you."
"Let's just say...a little birdie informed me of your afternoon travels."
Octavia wrapped her hooves around her lover's neck and cut off any more thoughts that might have found their way to Vinyl's head. Lips connected, Octavia proceeded to, with a deliberate slowness, teasing the puckered lips of the unicorn. Then, just as those same lips parted to allow entrance to her tongue, Octavia pulled away, smiling at the sight of that face. Eyes still closed, a flicker of confusion crossed across that white muzzle before those eyes cracked back open.
"Happy holidays, Vinyl."
And those three words, just simple words suitable for even the youngest of foals to the oldest of ponies, began their own night of festivities and debauchery.
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I got all excited for a Minty fic
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Sorry...Maybe, if I have time/an idea, I could try writing something with Minty? Something involving Pinkie Pie and Minty maybe...imagine the chaos.
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I would read that so hard
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I'll see if I can think of something excellent then...and that gives me an excuse to rewatch A Very Minty Christmas
3601983
Pfft, I do that every Christmas Eve anyway
I also tried out for a solo for That's What I Love About Christmas, but I didn't get it for some contrived reason
3601939>>3601948 Already got the cover art!
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nice short story, i like it, write if you want, dont let anyone force you to write, only good storys come by free will (true story)
Freaking amazing. Can't wait for things to heat up.
This was perfect. Just the right amount of words, too.
Wonderful story, definitely deserves a Like.
3602921
Thanks! I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed it!
You got my like! A great story!
3603844
Lol. I have no problem writing clop. Have you seen some of my other stories?
Faved because I reeeeaaaaally want you to change the status and rating.
Oh, no you didn't
Smack in the face from G3.5
Uhhh... thbis was made on my birthday!!!!!
Missed a space.
seconds*
herself*
Comma after 'back'
stared* Also, I think a colon would work better at the end than a period, since you go into what her eyes were saying.
You missed the line between the two paragraphs.
Period, not comma
Period, not comma
Periods instead of commas.
Comma after 'closed'.
Sorry. I was struck with the urge to point out errors. I know I missed a few (late and I was sorta distracted by Robot Chicken), but that's what I found.
Nice story. Really sweet.
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I'll fix some of those but I'm going to have to ask for a second opinion when it comes to the dialogue and periods/commas. Pretty sure when you have dialogue continuing, but actions in between like that, you have to use commas there.
Eh, the story was okay until it got overtly sexual. Too me it just made the story awkward, and really did nothing for it. There is no way I could feel "normal" reading something with the mental image of a horses junk.
Besides that the writing was okay, not the best grammar in the world, but still okay.
3606072
Thank you for pointing those out, I think I have fixed them now, other then the commas in the dialogue. I'm going to continue to edit it a bit more but I think I got that which you pointed out.
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You do, but the dialogue isn't continuing. It is two separate sentences on both ends, as well as between them. If you are just using an action like that in the middle of a spoken sentence, you would use EM dashes. "Hey, Octavia, I was wondering if you could cook dinner tonight--" Vinyl rushed to the door "--since I will be home a bit late." (I don't know if the EM dashes go inside or outside the quotation mark, though. It may be a style choice.)
If you were to try and do it here, the sentence would be "I wished to surprise you, surprise." (Also, you wouldn't add caps after the commas, since it isn't a new sentence)
Same here. The sentence would be "Once or twice, do you want you present, my special, little DJ?" Also, I don't think there would be a comma after special. They are in different adjective groups, so it isn't needed.
And I understand wanting to get a second opinion.
First paragraph, third line, next to last word in the line, you mispelled "there" as "thee."
More changes pending.
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Thanks!
Great job. You have my approval
3608599
That's the best kind of approval
this story inspired me
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That is the best kind of compliment a writer can hear.
3608622 thought so
OBJECTION!
I need more.
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I'll try my darnest. I've never even read any of that "romance" stuff before much less written it but seeing how well this did...I'll write more to it once I finish with the story I'm working on currently
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Good to hear, chapp'o
This was good!
im all for "leave a good story where it lies," but in any other aspect i think you did great. it was a good story and i enjoyed reading it.
DAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
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DAAAWWWWW
I'm surprised that you decided to go there on your first outing with romance but it didn't really detract from the story to me. This was adorable, good job :3
I don't know how I can have missed this. Faved and liked.
Socks!
Minty approves.
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This was adorable and very sweet. Well done!
Ohai!
Well, this one isn't my favorite. It feels incomplete in many ways. It's quite obvious that it was meant to be a porn story, since the buildup is rather nonexistent, the emotions are there to justify the actions that will stem from them, the (possible?) conflict (not being able to buy the socks) is resolved rather suddenly (surprise! Octavia had them all along!), and well, there really isn't much to it.
Everything about this story screams 'Sex at the end!' or 'Interesting turn of events!' with a sprinkle of 'Maybe heartwarming moment!' and I can see that you tried to have a little of everything here, but they all fell short.
The sex was reduced to a non-erotic glimpse of Octavia's vagina, that frankly felt very out of place once the story was over, and it ruined the heartfelt moment by making it seem that it would have a continuation that simply fell short.
The interesting turn of events wasn't there at all. Octavia had the socks all along? Astounding! So what? The angry posh mare, store owner, unmentioned friend might have been the one who tipped Octavia of Vinyl's desire for socks? Far fetched, since only the mare was ever mentioned, and she acted too much like a bitch to be a friend of Octavia's.
The heartfelt moment? No buildup. There was no conflict to overcome, so how do we know Vinyl's love is genuine? Because she repeats it once or twice? I simply do not feel the love from this couple.
A few grammar and spelling issues here and there, but nothing serious. Nice description, and fluent narrating.
6/10
The Iron Galley sails onward to the next story!
This is something i actually prefer over clop...
Have fun.
And Merry Christmas.